"It's better to learn it yourself. You can make some when you want to eat."
Mu Lingyue said shamelessly, "Can you still cook?"
"certainly."
In fact, Dongfang Wuye not only knows how to cook, but the food he makes is also quite delicious.
If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she wouldn't have been able to believe it.[
Moreover, he is also very smart.
She just taught him once and he learned it.
The first time I tried it, the thing I made was almost like hers.
By the second time, no matter the appearance or taste, it was no worse than hers.
Looking at the freshly baked biscuits with strong aroma on the plate, Mu Lingyue stared blankly for a while, raised her head, and couldn't help but admired, "I didn't expect you to learn so quickly and the things you make are so good. You shouldn't
What a shame for the chef.”
Dongfang Wuye raised the corners of his lips and accepted her compliments without any politeness at all, "Someone has said this before, but I don't have any hobbies in this area."
Mu Lingyue took a piece of biscuit and took two bites, then praised it loudly, "It tastes very good. I think if you make it a few more times, your skills will surpass mine."
"But..."
I don't know when, Dongfang Wuye suddenly came closer to her, lowered his head, looked into her eyes with his dark eyes, and whispered, "After all, I still like to eat what you made... the taste... is very special."
.”
Mu Lingyue was startled and became inexplicably nervous. She felt that the way he looked at her was strange, confusing, and very different from before.
She subconsciously took a step back.
Because Dongfang Wuye had to cook, everyone in the kitchen was dismissed, and there were only two of them at the moment.
She took a step back, and he took a step forward...
His eyes never moved away from her face.
The atmosphere became strange inexplicably...
Mu Lingyue felt even more uncomfortable and just wanted to leave quickly.
"Well...I suddenly remembered that the flowers in the yard haven't been watered yet. Mr. Dongfang, I have to go do something first."
After saying that, without waiting for Dongfang Wuye's response, he turned around and ran out.
Dongfang Wuye smiled slightly, dark light flowing in his dark eyes.[
He slowly walked out of the kitchen, looked at the sky, turned and walked towards the forbidden garden in the mansion.
The sky darkened very early in late autumn, and the garden was pitch dark. He took a flint and lit a candle, and the room suddenly became bright.
"Brother Wuye."
A woman's delicate voice sounded, Dongfang Wuye turned around and walked towards the bed in the house.
Lying on the bed was a woman dressed in white.
She is very beautiful, especially her delicate temperament, which makes people feel the desire to protect her when they see her.
However, her face was too pale, her body was too thin, and she looked sick, as if she was seriously ill.
"Are you feeling better today?"
Dongfang Wuye sat down by the bed, pulled the quilt higher for her, and asked softly.
The woman nodded and replied obediently, "Well, it's better."
She was talking better, but her voice sounded weak.
Dongfang Wuye sighed softly, with a trace of remorse in his eyes, "Zi Yan, if it weren't for me, you wouldn't be like this."
Zi Yan hurriedly reached out to cover his mouth, smiled lightly and said, "Brother Wuye, you don't have to blame yourself, Zi Yan did all this willingly."